Scent Lie Roses - a 750 Word Story

This story was written for the

750 Word Project 2025

. Below this line are exactly 750 words.

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I finish up at the gym and hit the shower. It's late by the time I get to the locker room. I'm pretty sure I'm alone.

I take my towel off and pop it into the electric wringer and stand naked in front of it while it revs up to its minute long cycle. No sooner does the whirring start than I catch a whiff of perfume, a scent like roses.

Across the locker room, looking ethereal under the harsh fluorescence, is a beautiful 20-something with long strawberry blond hair in a vintage party dress with matching clutch. He looks startled by the sudden sound.

"Orrin," I say. He probably can't hear me (I can't even hear myself), but his face lights up with recognition.

Orrin is a "friend" of my friend's son, and a proud crossdresser. I've had a very age-inappropriate crush on him ever since I first saw him.

He heads my way. I think about trying to hide my already chubby dick, but it would be worse if I did.

The whirring stops, and he's in front of me.

"Good workout?" he says.

"Yeah," I say, casually opening the machine and taking out the towel. "You?"

He smiles his slightly gap-toothed smile. "Can't complain."

Awkward silence. He's standing between me and the locker area. We couldn't make this weirder if we tried.

I try not to stammer. "Wanna get a drink?"

"No," he says, "but I'd take a blowjob."

He leads me by the hand to the lounge area, which consists of a sofa and chairs with moisture-wicking cushion covers. They're arranged around a TV, which is normally on, but must have been turned off as part of some anonymous employee's closing tasks.

I've been horny all day. I was hoping against hope for some gym strange. I try not to question my luck.

I lift Orrin's dress off over his head and toss it onto the seat nearest to us, along with my towel and his clutch. His body is slim and immaculately hairless. He wears a featureless black thong.

We kiss wetly, breathing warm air through our noses in each other's face. His hand is between us, stroking the underside of my throbbing genitals. I pull the strap of his thong aside and massage his taut anus. He makes little cooing noises against my mouth.

He sits down on the sofa. His hard-on protrudes far above the waistband of his thong. I'm genuinely impressed. "Why, Mr. Orrin, you're humongous."

He blushes all the way down to his chest as he wriggles out of the thong. "I wish it were tiny."

"I don't," I say. He lays both hands on the back of my head and inhales sharply as I slurp him into my mouth.

It's tricky, doing my usual moves when I can barely fit my lips around him. I run my tongue around the rim of it, tease the frenulum, all while bobbing my head and jacking him with my spit-slicked fist.

"I'm so going to make this worth your while," he gasps while ropes of cum hit the back of my throat.

I give him one last lick to clean him off. He looks down at me through half-lidded eyes. "Go in my clutch. There are condoms and Astroglide."

I get a condom on and lube up. He turns his back to me and kneels on the couch. I get down low, spread his cheeks, and eat his clean pink asshole while he laughs in surprise.

I stand up behind him. He sighs sweetly as all five inches of me disappear up his ass. Right then, I hear a sound. There's movement in the corner of my eye.

I hug Orrin against me from behind and bury my face in his fragrant hair while I fuck him. If there's someone hiding somewhere, watching us, I don't care. I'm grunting; he's crying out. He feels so slight in my arms. I don't normally feel like a bear, but I feel like one now.

When I come, I hear footsteps and a door being closed softly.

We hit the showers a second time. Orrin coquettishly looks away from me. I unshyly watch as water and suds run down his body and dribble off the end of his beautiful hog.

He gathers his clothes and gets dressed. We kiss one more time. "We should do this again sometime," I say. Before he leaves, he gives me his number. A scent like roses lingers when he's gone.